Checkin’ more levels

Sometimes you just gotta man up, grab the pick, and start swinging. That’s how I roll to make the baller money. Fo’ sheezie.

Because I feel like writing something, I’m going to talk about a few things that have been on my mind.

Over the past few days, I’ve been struck by two moments of profound irony. I won’t disclose what they are, but suffice it to say one moment was very humbling and another was very uplifting. It’s funny how these things work out. There’s gotta be something deeper to say about this, but I can’t figure out what. I’m amused by it, and you should be too.

Having a good name is an important thing. As the Bard once put it:

A good name in man or woman, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls. He who steals my purse, steals trash. Tis something, nothing. Twas mine, tis his, and has been slave thousands. Be he that filches from me my good name, robs of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

I (twice) memorized that famous passage by Iago from “Othello” back in high school, and I can rattle it off at the drop of a hat. It makes a profound point and is good to keep in mind. Of course, Shakespeare wasn’t the first to extol the virtues of having a good name. A really smart dude way back when noted, “A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.” Amen, and again I say, amen. But mistakes are made and sins are committed, impoverishing our reputation. And then there are times when a good name is being filched. What is to be done in this situation? Clearly, a defense must be made. The slanderer must be stopped, but the damage is often done before he can be stopped. Or sometimes trying to stop the slanderer would be more damaging than the slander itself. All to often, the mere hint of ill repute is enough for people to file that information away, waiting to see if it will be proven even in the most minute way. What is to be done about this? Perhaps nothing can be done about it. Or perhaps the only possible defense is to have the goodness of the name so strengthened that it is impossible for it to be filched. Anyway, it freakin’ sucks when you have to defend yourself against false accusations about your character.

Finally, and probably least importantly, is it sad to want to be a better man because of a woman? I suppose it is. I suppose it is sad that it takes my interest in a woman for me to want to shape up. It’s a good thing that I want to try to do better, but why the heck does it take this type of motivation? Pathetic!

None of the aforementioned subjects are related to each other, and any attempts to make such relations are made in vain.